1863. 



NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



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incivility here. We were reassured, by the greet- 

 ing of a tall, rather rough, but honest looking 

 man, who enters and salutes our trader thus, "Do 

 you want some eggs?" "Yes." "Wal, tell you 

 •what, I always like to come in here ; that's so, 

 cause you always look so pleasant." 



"Eh! good natured, is it?" says the pleasant 

 voice behind the counter, as a slight gleam of sat- 

 isfaction beamed from his eye. My friend and I 

 exchanged glances, which interpreted, were, "We 

 shan't be snubbed here." 



How we traded, is our affair : we see no pro- 

 priety in telling the reader further, but what we 

 wish is simply to say, that, if "Love is the golden 

 key that opens the human heart," why may we not 

 call true politeness and civility the silver one ? 



We certainly must consider that feeling of the 

 heart that prompts a stranger to extend to a 

 stranger, even a little plain market woman, the 

 various kind attentions needed, freely and deli- 

 cately, true politeness. If this feeling persuades the 

 heart, and is well rooted there, it will show itself, 

 and not occasionally either. I doubt not, many 

 who read this article, can recall instances where 

 worthy and sensible persons have been rudely 

 treated by store-keepers and clerks, whose far 

 worthier fathers and mothers, working on the 

 farm, were honestly toiling for an honest lixing, 

 rudely treated, because — well, they came from the 

 farm, to sell something. 



To this class "our trader belongeth not." — 

 From the time we entered his store with our 

 boxes and budgets, our fears and misgivings, till 

 he politely handed us into our wagon, with our 

 empty boxes and budgets, minus our fears and 

 misgivings, we received only the kindest atten- 

 tions. Had we a thousand "market women" 

 friends, whose husbands, sons, or brothers were 

 "gone to war," or who for other reasons, had un- 

 mistakable evidence that it was their duty to "go 

 to market," we would say to them, go and trade 



with Mr. , but not all at one time. Would 



there were more like him, and "may his shadow 

 never be less." You see, Mr. Editor, that since I 

 have been to market, although, my fingers are not 

 exactly "all thumbs," yet my pen is a little stiff. 



A. B. C. 



Rem.\rks. — No matter about the "fingers" or 

 "thumbs." Y'our letter is one of the most ele- 1 

 gantly written ones that we have received for ; 

 years past. You honor the world by your acts 

 and the expression of your sentiments. Let fops ' 

 and fools sneer, if they will, their "noses may 

 come to the grindstone," when they least expect | 

 it, perhaps. 



C!o.?T OF Raising Corn ix Illinois. — A 

 Warren county correspondent of the PrairU^ 

 Farmer, "J. D. P.," says : | 



The great staple crop of this section is com, for j 

 which the soil is particularly well adapted. Corn, ; 

 properly taken care of, does not generally cost over 

 twelve cents per bushel when cribbed. Last year 

 I raised over four thousand bushels, at a cost of 

 nine or ten cents per bushel when cribbed with 

 the husk on. Any person doubting this can have ; 

 the figures of every item as charged in my farm j 

 account- ' 



F(/r the Kew England Fanner. 

 FEEDING CHICKENS. 



Dear Farmer :— As it is your province and 

 pleasure to do good, I wish you to communicate 

 to your readers the following way to feed chickens 

 and to preserve their live?. 



It is a mistake to feed young chickens pudding 

 made of common fine meal. Pudding made of 

 the common fine com meal is too indigestible and 

 cold for the thin and tender stomachs of the 

 chickens. Chickens thus fed are early stunted, 

 and linger along with an inactive and debilitated 

 digestion. Hominy made into pudding is the 

 best focKl for chickens until they are large enough 

 to eat corn in the kernel. If you cannot get hom- 

 iny, use two parts of boiled potatoes with the com- 

 mon fine meal. 



Chickens often are seen to droop their wings, 

 turn around and appear to almost fall backwards. 

 In nine cases out of ten, lice on the top of the 

 head of the chicken. When you see your chick- 

 ens droop thus, and peep, and lay behind the 

 brood, examine on the top of the head of the 

 chicken, and you will find lice there, standing on 

 their heads, eating directly to the seat of nervous 

 organization. 



The infallible remedy is tobacco juice, applied 

 plentifully on the head of the chicken — but not 

 in the eyes. I find chewing tobacco verj- useful 

 in raising poultry, for I have not lost one chicken 

 this year. Qci Nunc. 



June 13, 1863. 



For the yetr England Firmer. 

 WHO ARE THE PATRIOTIC "WOItfElS"? 



Mr. Editor : — As the haying season in New 

 England approaches, it becomes a question of in- 

 terest to the farmer how he is to secure his crop 

 of hay, with the present scarcity of labor. Un- 

 doubtedly, a great deal will be done with the 

 horse-mowers and horse-rakes, but then there is a 

 vast amount of labor, both in the field and the 

 barn, which cannot be accomplished by these la- 

 bor-saving implements. There is the spreading 

 and turning of the hay, the pitching it on the 

 wagon and loading it there, then the pitching it 

 off and stowing it away in the barn — surely, our 

 hands will be full, and more than full, and who is 

 to help us in this driving and exhausting labor? 



Now it may seem to be going back to days 

 long past — it may seem to be uncivil, if not un- 

 civilized, to propose, as I do, that we call upon the 

 women of the country to lend a hand in this emer- 

 gency, to help harvest the crop, so valuable, so 

 indispensable to the whole community. The 

 young men are mostly away in the war — others 

 will soon be call thither — they thus show their 

 pluck and their patriotism — and the Lord be 

 praised for it ; but our young women have both 

 patriotism and pluck, and are wilHng to do what 

 their hands find to do to bring the oountry out of 

 her trials. They often complain that there is not 

 work enough for them to do ; their zeal some- 

 times is in danger of outrunning their opportuni- 

 ties to do good. Now here is a field, wide, use- 

 ful, healthful and honorable ; will you. ye fair ones 

 of New England, give us your aid out of doors in 

 haying, at least the present season ? It may hard- 

 en your hands, brown your faces and disarrange 

 your dresses ; but just don a bloomer dress, or 

 something of the sort, and go to work with a will 



